Chapter 32 Because He is the Original

After prescribing a week's worth of medicine for Su Yumian, Wei Ji followed Secretary Jin out.

Arriving at the door of the villa, Wei Ji couldn't help but ask, "Secretary Jin, why are the toys this time different from the previous ones?"

Wei Ji and Fu Quezhou met six years ago. At that time, he was forced to be tied to Fu Quezhou for some reason. He also knew Fu Quezhou's habit. He always liked to bring back good-looking people, but he would not eat them and would just torture them.

He came here often to treat the dolls.

Hearing this, Secretary Jin paused and said only one sentence, "Because he is the original."

"Original version? What does that mean?" Wei Ji wanted to ask again, but Secretary Jin's mouth was like glue, and he didn't say a word.

In the bedroom, Fu Quezhou sat silently on the single sofa beside the bed, watching the sleeping Su Yumian.

Wei Ji's words were still echoing in his mind, as if constantly reminding him that he had found this person with great difficulty, and if this person disappeared from his sight again, he would really go completely crazy.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and saw a white medicine bottle lying there quietly.

He has been taking this medicine since he was a child. Although it can control his condition, it also has certain side effects on the body.

The most important thing is that this medicine is like a curse, constantly reminding him that he is a mental patient.

So in order to live like a normal person, he stopped taking the medicine, and now...

He looked at Su Yumian lying on the bed again, seemed to have made some kind of decision, closed the drawer, stood up and walked out.

Seeing this, Secretary Jin hurried to follow.

"Don't follow me."

After taking the car keys, Fu Quezhou drove away.

In the mental illness consultation room, a middle-aged female counselor brought a cup of tea and placed it in front of Fu Quezhou. She smiled and said, "Professor Fu, long time no see. I thought you had recovered since you last came."

Hearing this, Fu Quezhou laughed at himself and spread his hands, saying, "Do you think it's possible?"

The counselor paused, his expression frozen for a moment, then suddenly changed, changing the subject. "You came to see me so late, not just to reminisce, right?"

Fu Quezhou was silent for a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, before he said, "Do you still have the medicine you prescribed me last time?"

It is easy to take medicine, but it is difficult to admit that you are mentally ill.

The counselor took a sip of tea, secretly looked up at Fu Quezhou who was playing with his fingers with his head down, and rolled his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a moment's silence, the counselor finally spoke: "The medicine is gone, but..."

She changed the subject and continued, "However, Vard R Company has developed a new drug that is more effective than the previous one. If you are willing to be a guinea pig, I can give it to you for free."

Hearing this, Fu Quezhou laughed in anger. In front of this consultant, he didn't need to pretend to be anything. He said frankly, "You're really rude."

"That's right. After all, test subjects like you are rare. So, would you consider being my guinea pig?"

Fu Quezhou didn't refuse in a hurry, but thought of Su Yumian who was still sleeping on the bed, "Okay, give it to me."

"Great! Wait!" The consultant stood up, took out three boxes of medicine from the cabinet behind him, and pushed them in front of him. "This is a course of treatment. Please report the results promptly."

Fu Quezhou didn't rush to get it, but just sat there motionless, looking like he really wanted to talk about his recent situation.

The counselor understood immediately, put down his teacup and asked, "How are you doing lately? Are you still unable to control your temper like before?"

"I found him." Fu Quezhou answered the question irrelevantly.

"he?"

The counselor was momentarily stunned, but when she caught a glimpse of the happiness that naturally shone from the corners of his eyes, she instantly understood, "Oh, you mean the little boy who walked out of the light? Then I should congratulate you."

Hearing this, the happiness on Fu Quezhou's face instantly disappeared, and was replaced by a lost expression, "But, he is afraid of me."

Only in front of this counselor does he behave like a normal person.

Upon hearing this, the counselor complained in his heart: It would be strange if someone like you who goes crazy at the slightest provocation is not afraid.

"Then, can you tell me what kind of person he is?" The counselor began to guide Fu Quezhou to follow his pace step by step.

They talked a lot, and during the conversation with the counselor, Fu Quezhou's irritable mood gradually calmed down, and his speech became normal.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? I want to find him so badly, but in the end I can't help but bully him..."

As Fu Quezhou was speaking, he looked up and saw that the counselor opposite him had already gone on a date with Zhou Gong.

I turned my head and glanced at the clock on the corner of the table. It was already 1:30 in the morning.

He chuckled, stood up, took the medicine and left quietly.

Su Yumian slept in bed for three days before waking up. As soon as he moved, he felt pain all over his body as if his bones were falling apart.

My drowsy mind gradually became clear as I gradually saw the things in front of me clearly.

"woke up?"

A familiar yet frightening voice came from beside him. He turned his head slightly and saw Fu Quezhou standing by the bed.

The unforgettable pain and torture that had made him feel like dying three days ago suddenly came back like a tide, forcing him to instinctively straighten his body and hide to the side.

"Don't move, your body hasn't recovered yet..."

"No! Don't come over here!"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he had no strength in his body. He fell down again halfway due to weakness.

Seeing him so scared, Fu Quezhou rarely did not get angry, but instead a hint of heartache unexpectedly flashed in his eyes.

His tone softened as he said, "I won't touch you. Just lie down and I'll apply medicine on you."

Su Yumian had heard this kind of words no less than ten times, but every time he heard it, he was tortured to pieces.

Facing Fu Quezhou's outstretched hand, he waved it away desperately as if he had seen a ghost, "Don't... don't come over here, wuwuwu..."

The sound of fear finally turned into sobbing, and she didn't stop crying until Fu Quezhou applied the ointment on the injured area with his fingers.

After applying the ointment on the front, Fu Quezhou said, "Turn over, I'll apply it on your back."

Su Yumian's body shook violently, and she snatched the ointment from his hand, stuttering and sobbing, "I, I will apply it myself."

"It's all swollen, how are you going to apply it yourself?"

Fu Quezhou wanted to persist, but when he met Su Yumian's fearful eyes, he could only sigh and say, "Forget it, I'll go see if the chicken soup in the kitchen is ready."

After saying that, Fu Quezhou stood up and walked out.

Only after making sure that Fu Quezhou was far away did Su Yumian hide his head in the quilt and start applying medicine.

There was really no way for one person to do anything. The slightest touch there would cause piercing pain, but he didn't dare let Fu Quezhou do it. Now he had a strong resistance to Fu Quezhou's touch.

It took a lot of effort to apply the medicine, and I stared at the ceiling in a daze, panting.

"How many days has it been? The course isn't finished yet. Is there no hope of getting the bonus?"

He stared at the ceiling and talked to himself, not noticing Fu Quezhou coming in with chicken soup.

"The course is finished. I helped you with your portion. You've been in bed for six days."

The voice suddenly rang out, and Su Yumian subconsciously sat up from the bed, her voice suddenly rising, "Six days?!"